Since I last wrote about Bennett and his unusual reaction to losing his teeth, he’s lost 3 more teeth, 2 of which I think I’ve mentioned here and there in posts, but for the sake of record-keeping, I’ll recap.
Tooth 1, lost on vacation to Colorado, passed out
Tooth 2, lost at home, passed out
Tooth 3, lost in the middle of the night, came to me with the tooth, passed out
Tooth 4, lost at home while eating breakfast (literally fell out), got woozy but we were able to avoid passing out
Tooth 5, lost at home while watching TV (again literally fell out), did not bleed at all, did NOT pass out (hallelujah!)
Tooth 6, lost last night. Story to follow.
Yesterday afternoon, all 3 boys were playing outside for a while after school with some neighbor boys. As often happens, they played 4-Square, and I don’t know all of the details, but one of the neighbors bumped into Bennett pretty hard (accidentally), and hit his mouth. Right at the spot of his only really loose tooth.
He came inside crying hard and bleeding just a bit, but knowing what had happened: the bump had knocked his loose tooth sideways by at least 45 degrees. He had a hard time calming down, since losing teeth in any fashion is not on his list of favorite things, and he knew that this one was going to come out soon, but in the meantime, it was hurting.
I finally convinced him that icing it would help with the pain and swelling, and after 15 minutes of that, he was okay and didn’t mention it again. He made it through dinner, baseball practice, and brushing his teeth without incident, though at bedtime he still wouldn’t let me wiggle it.
This morning, Bennett was late coming down for breakfast. When he finally got to the kitchen, he pulled me aside and whispered, “Mom, I lost my tooth! Look!” Sure enough, it was gone.
“How did it happen?” I asked.
He pulled me back down so he could whisper to me again, and said, “It just fell out on its own. But, I just realized it when I went to brush my teeth. I lost it through the night. And I checked my bed, and it’s not there. I must have swallowed it!”
Surprisingly, this was not disturbing to him. I rechecked his bed, and I can’t find the tooth either. Though, I will issue a disclaimer: the boys’ room is a Lego landmine disaster right now, so navigating is difficult. It will be picked up today, and I’ll do another thorough search before I can say with 100% certainty that he swallowed it.
UPDATED ON 5.14.12: Bennett just came downstairs after bedtime to hand me the tooth that he just found at the foot of his bed, under his sheets. I’m gagging.
Have you or any of your kids ever swallowed a tooth?